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Vegas. Ah Vegas.
So many stories to tell.

First. Never PLAN things. Like list your day's events out as something will happen to prevent that list from coming to fruitation. As when we arrived (it was a leave the boys back home trip) the hotel a) didn't have a room type we requested available b) no room at all was ready then. So with a promise of them calling our cellphones and our luggage safe with the bellhop we wandered off for gambling. fast forward a few hours and 11 Corona's later and NO PHONE CALL. Now trapped without our luggage (read:change of clothes, swimsuits, shoe change etc) we were stuck. after grabbing a pizza (living on the wild side weren't we?) we went back up to the front desk and got our room. Oncde up we feel asleep for the next - no lie - 13 HOURS.
Which meant we sleted into monday. Which meant it was my birthday! Which meant we missed scheduled event #3 crepes at Paris for my birthday. We went downstairs had some Bailey's & coffee to wake up and then off to the pool. Where we drank $16 drinks and got giddy and burnt. That night we saw a show (too many details inbetween here, call me if you want them) - which was The Rat Pack is Back! I LOVED LOVED LOVED it. I did feel bad when "Marilyn Monroe" for real tripped on her dress and took a spill. hee hee. hee hee. Anyhoo. While sitting have a drink and playing slots we were befriended by "Mr Touchy feely" and "the russian". I of course had Mr TF and while amusing it crossed into the creepy border. The "Russian" apparently was um a Texan, my Corona soaked hearing aid picked up the wrong accent.
Tuesday was another Bailey's & cofeee morning. Other highlights included falling out of a taxi and bisting my knee and our Las Vaegas Ghost Tour (we are sooo very cool, don't you want to be friends with us?) I caught orbs
This is one of eight pictures.
Once again we are so cool. Mind you we stayed at the Mirage and walked by about a gazillion Paris Hilton WANNABE'S - side note from what I saw I blame her and the other gaggle of hers for the dumbing of the 25 and under crowd. Being my old crotchity self I complained as I saw a lot of "kids" that looked like they bought big ass sunglasses and stole mom and dad's credit card for a Vegas weekend.
Ok so last day there I nursed my sore knee from my spill out of the Taxi (a leg went out and a leg stayed in and it was not a pretty picture) - drank more cocktails and went to samba's - a lovely Brazilian restaurant that serves endless various meat on a stick (ie: herb crusted flank steak, bacon wrappped filet etc) and has the best sides ever.
Of course if you are us you get sick about an hour after dinner.
Like you did two nights before.

So in a nutshell, did you miss me?